Lyrics

Still the same old neighborhood like many years agoHouses sit in white picket frames like Rockwells in a rowI've always been a rebel son but daddy didn't mindHe wanted me to chase my dreams the way he did one time

Now he's on the front porch as I get out of my carAnd as my father's eyes meet mine there's one wish in my heartI'm wishin' my daddy was forty again

He would be young and I would be tenWe would go fishin', throw an old ball aroundWash his truck, go into townWe can never go back to the way it was thenJust for today I wish hYeuTiengAnh.com: Chúng tôi phát hiện truy cập không hợp lệ.Bạn cần đợi 1 minutes 36 seconds nữa mới có thể xem đầy đủ.